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Soldados, la patria 
Noi llama a la lid! 
Juremos por ella, 
Vencér 6 morir, 
Serenos, allegres, 
Valientes, osados, 
Cantemos soldados, 
El himno a la lid: 
Y a nuestras acentos 
El orbe se admire 
Y en vosotros mire 
Los hijos del Cid.—Soldados, §<. 
Blandemos el hierro 
Que el timido esclavo 
Del fuerte, del bravo 
La fan no ora ver. 
Sus huestes cuat humo 
Vereis disipadas ; 
Y A nuestras espadas 
Fugaces correr.—Soldados, ¢c. 
; El mundo vio nunca 
Mas noble osadia ?— 
; Lucié nunca un dia 
Mas grande en valor ? 
Que aquel que inflamados. 
Nos vimos el fuego 
Que excitara en Riego 
De patria el amor ?—Soldados, ¢c. 
Honor al candilto! 
Honor al primero, 
. Que el patriota acero 
Oré fulminar. 
La patria afligida 
Oyé sus acentos, 
Y vié sus tormentos 
En gono tornar,—Soldados, 4c. 
Su voz fue seguida! 
Su voz fue escuchada? 
Tuvimos en nada 
Soldados, morirs. 
Y orados quisimos 
Romper la cadena 
Que de apenta llena 
Del bravo el vivir.—Soldados, &c. 
Rompimosla, amigos, 
Que el vil que la lleva 
Ensano se atreva 
En frente mostrar. 
Nosotros, ya libres 
En hombres tomados 
Sabremos, soldados. 
En audacia humillar—Soldados, ¢c. 
Alarma ya tocan, 
> Las annas tan solo 
* El crimen, el dolo 
Sabran abatir. 
Que tremblen, que tremblen, 
Que tremble el malvado, 
Al ver del soldado 
La lanza esgrimir.—Soldados, $c. 
La Trompa guerrera 
Un ecos de al viento 
De horrores sediento 
Ya muge el canon: 
Ya Marti sanudo 
La audacia provoca, 
Y el genio se invoca 
De nuestra nacion.— Soldados, $e. 
Spanish Song of Liberty. 
[Feb. 1. 
Soldiers! soldiers! hear 
Your country’s earnest cry !— 
Soldiers! soldiers ! swear 
To conquer or to die! 
Valiant, daring, strong, 
And serene as gay: 
Be our song to-day, 
Victory’s glowing song. 
Worlds are listening now, 
Children of the Cid— > 
His proud fame, though hid, 
Shall revive in you.—Soldiers, §c. 
Wave the glorious steel ; 
Let the trembling slave, 
Of the strong, the brave, 
All the triumphs feel. 
As the mists disperse, 
Shall their squadrons fly ; 
Shouts of liberty 
Fill the universe.—Soldiers, &c. 
What a glorious day, 
Full of light and bliss— 
O, how bright a ray 
Freedom sheds on this ! 
When Riego first 
Joined our patriot-hands, 
And the freezing bands 
Of dull slavery burst.—Soldiers, ¢e. 
Honor on his brow! 
Honor, praise be pour’d— 
Who the patriot’s sword 
Dares to brandish now. 
Long our country’s eye 
Has been veil’d in tears— 
Now the smile of joy 
On her cheeks appears.—Soldiers, &c. 
We have heard her call ! 
Could she speak in vain ? 
We have sworn for Spain— 
Sworn—to perish all. 
No !—these eyes shall see 
Every fetter broke— 
Rescued from the yoke, 
Spain shall yet be free.—Soldiers, 4c. 
See, our fetters fall— 
And the slaves whose will 
Wears those fetters still. 
Shall our ranks appal ! 
Free—to freedom true, 
We assume again 
All the strength of men ;— 
Slaves are cowards too.—Soldters, 
Hear ! the trumpet ! hear! 
Shame and slavery. 
They may fear to die— 
What have we to fear ! 
While the patriot file 
Moves serenely on, 
Doubt and danger frown 
On the mean—the vile.—Soldiers, &c. 
Lo! the joyous breeze 
Martial music brings : 
Cannon’s thunderings 
Shout your victories. 
Mars has called you his ; 
Spain was ever brave :— 
Who would bea slave 
In an hour like this!—Soldiers, ¥c. 
